Another Midnight Massacre

All through wee hours of the morning Laminga wail their missing persons, mourning And the track road leading into Amurum forest Stained with droplets of blood down the terraced Searching into sunrise by Lafon river parts headless corpses, dissected body parts littered everywhere, now unidentifiable As indigo chirps, tension grew so palpable This was another midnight massacre When men slept, this ambush occur Bukuru have breached the truce So all hell must be let loose We must return to war The young ebullient youth swore To avenge the blood of their heroes past Their Heart drumming so fast It is war without end For this we can no longer pretend Tales of indigeneity, hate fomentation Passed down from generation to generation In fighting a war of inheritance Tens of thousands snuffed from existence As senseless conflicts and retaliation Have become their everlasting damnation